If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say?

Share your blessings like slices of you favourite cake, with all your love for someone else to enjoy.

I observe you not eating and wonder, does headaches and gas pain ruin your days?

Then when we do eat I see you tackle every last drop, so the desire to devour is still there?

You don’t greet or converse with me frequently, and do so with reverence to people you tell me you loathe to whom you you divulge horrible things of me; I must really seem like a lowly stream, do you still know how to swim?

I can lie no more, I tire myself out only to be starved; does everything have a price to pay?

And oh sweet child looking on as death consumes and life teaches, will she only learn to survive?